Chapter 451 by Marina Vittori

Meanwhile, in the backyard, a gorgeous woman sat gracefully on the arched bridge over the pond, her gaze fixed on the fish swimming in the water.

Her feet dangled in the air, and her toes would occasionally break the water’s surface.

Bathed in warm sunlight, she resembled a fairy, taking one’s breath away effortlessly. Even the colorful blossoms in the garden paled in comparison to her.

There was a splash as the woman flung a handful of fish feed into the pond.

Instantly, thousands of fish swarmed near her and thrashed around, splashing water everywhere. The colorful fish painted a gorgeous painting as they fought for good.

“I envy you fish. You can live without worrying about anything, unlike me, who can’t even decide what I like.” The woman sighed, her expression turning sad.

“Who said you can’t?” A familiar voice rang out behind her.

The woman froze before laughing at herself. “I’m even beginning to hallucinate in broad daylight now.”

“Hallucinate? It’s not that serious, is it?” The voice rang out again.

This time, the woman froze and slowly turned around to see a man step into the rays of sunlight and approach

her.

The person was none other than Dustin.

“W–what are you doing here?” Natasha was so elated to see the person she had been missing dearly that she even doubted her eyes. She had been confined in her room for some time now, the isolation nearly throwing

her into depression.

“Didn’t I say I’d come to look for you in Millsburg if you don’t return to Swinton? I’m keeping my promise right now.” Dustin smiled softly.

“You’re the best, Dear!” Smiling sweetly, Natasha forgot about the fish feed and threw herself into his arms. looking as happy as the fish in the pond.

Dustin finally felt his nervousness dissipate as he inhaled her familiar scent. He’d been worried ever since Natasha left Swinton, his worry only growing when he learned that she was going to marry Tyler. Now that he finally got to see her, he felt much calmer.

“Ahem. Mind your manners,” an unhappy voice lectured from behind them.

The two turned around to see a middle–aged woman standing behind Ruth.

“Mrs. Davys, I wish to talk to my friend. You may leave us.” Natasha waved her away.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Natasha. Mr. Harmon told me to keep an eye on the two of you.” Mrs. Davys shook her head.

“Hmmph! Why is that stubborn old man being so cautious? Does he think we’re going to elope?” Natasha huffed.

Mrs. Davys lowered her head without replying.